About those memories of youth too much is too much

About those memories of youth, too much is too much to recall and sad. Tell yourself no longer haunted those who cut sorted mess of past memories Subing. Those years many and diverse past and sentimental, leads people entangled in mind. Overlooking the Afar and constantly remind yourself alone, do not go down, it should be big step forward, out of doors of dusty memory, erase those flowing in the life of love and hate. However, some memories, some good, some scars, not forget to forget, said stranded can run aground. Different ways, and must not: different routes. You turn blue in the corner, I'll wander over the forehead. The Convention was ultimately unable to achieve dreams, or my own wishful thinking to hope for?

Hold your smile in my heart, bright afternoon sun, who urge to sleep in your gentle eyes, think more that day, I sleep like a kitten in your arms. Think more, do you smoke, your tenderness I lit, I'll still there right by your side; to think more, you'll be gently with my lips, my tears of happiness in your fingers touching sth Regardless of how the world transform vicissitudes, so long as life with you, I feel life is colorful, happy.